You open the door, and it's the two that you were speaking to from earlier. You were relating to them how the National Guard would be phased out shortly in favor of FrundTech managing this quarantine. At least that's what you think you were doing.

The two look at you oddly. "We just wanted clarification on our patrol duties," says one. "So, we drive around, respond to calls within our assigned area, but what exactly do we do when we encounter a mutant?"

"...Yes sir," he says after some deliberation. You're quite sure he suspects something's not right, but everyone you talk to suspects that, and they hardly ever do anything about it before you eat them.